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How did Bray ended up in this situation was a blur to him. One minute he was stalking the halls of the arena after his nightly promo feeling smug, and suddenly he was attacked by a person unknown to him. A bag was thrown over his head and a rope had been wrapped around his body so quickly, he wan't sure there was some supernatural force involved. Before he could so much as struggle, he was carried off to the back of a car and taken to what seemed like a cheap motel. His captor remained almost silent through the whole ordeal, letting out only the occasional grunt from the strain of carrying him.

Now, here he was, laid out on a musty bad with his hands secured above his head. His shirt had been removed, but he could still see nothing. What he did know was that whomever was doing this to him would assuredly pay a dear price for their actions. For who were they to cross the god that he was, the eater of worlds? He heard a movement to his immediate left, and he turned his head that way with a glare on his face, even if he knew it couldn't be seen. Then he heard the laugh.

"Aw," the voice cooed. "Not happy being the one tied down?" He felt the hood being taken off and he looked into the icy blue eyes of his lover, seemed to only be wearing a pair of old gym shorts Bray had always liked him to wear. An amused smile adorned his face for now, but Bray felt his whole body tense.

To say that theirs was a harmonious love affair would be highly inaccurate. He had come across his darling hunched over a seedy bar table with a glass of cheap whiskey, pining over the loss of his two former "boyfriends". The term was to be used loosely, course, as neither of them seemed to really appreciate the man for who he truly was. Not that it stopped them from stringing him along for months on end until they grew tired of him and cut him loose from their hearts and bed.

Bray had seduced the vulnerable man that night, and he had enjoyed the most fulfilling sex of his life. The combination of alcohol and desperation for approval meant he was willing to do anything. And the next 3 months would prove that he remained under the other man's thumb. That is, until now, it seemed.

"And just what do you think you are doing, darling?" he asked in his calmest voice, showing the quiet before the storm. Normally, it made Dean nervously back off before the punishment could be doled out, but instead, he seemed to find the audacity to laugh.

"What am I doing, sweetheart?" Terms of endearment? What in the seven hells was going on? "I just wanted to make sure we were clear on a few things in our, well, relationship."

"And just what needs to be made clear, lamb?" Bray asked, determined to seem calm, even in light of the situation he had found himself.

"It seems that you are under the impression you can go claiming me like I'm some fuck doll and then play with just anyone else." The pleasant smile that had graced Dean's features now warped into a dangerous smirk. He approached the bed and ran a hand down Bray's chest, chuckling darkly when the bound man barely suppressed a shudder. "You think you can just go and conquer the world and leave me at home."

"I assure you that I have no idea what you are talking about." Good. His voice remained firm and normal. At least he had that going for him. Unfortunately, his body seemed to be betraying him. He felt his dick harding in his pants already, and there was no doubt Dean noticed this as well.

"You know exactly what I mean," Dean said. His tone was rapidly becoming more aggressive. "Do you think I wasn't going to find out? Do you think you can just bend Cody over in the showers ("Stardust, lamb," Bray insisted.) and think I would just shrug and move on?"

"He's such a lost soul," Bray insisted. "He needed a push in the right direction. He still needs one, for that matter, but-"

"You are already with me!" Dean snapped, dragging a dull finger nail across Bray's left nipple. He smiled in dark satisfaction as the shudder went entirely unsuppressed. All that time you spent weaseling your way into my mind and my heart worked, Bray!" He showed the now scarred engraving of Bray's name on his chest, smiling at the memory of how it got there. "But, now that you have me, mother fucker, you became mine, too." With a swift movement his pants were ripped off his body. "This belongs to me." He palmed Bray's completely erect dick through his briefs.

"Is that so?" Bray growled low in his chest. The audacity of the man in front of him was too much for words. After everything he had gone through to get the pile of chaos that was Dean Ambrose in his arms, this is what he got? It would not stand.

"Why, yes, Dear." Dean sneered down at his prone captive. You see, I've gotten pretty attached to it over the time we have been together. " He pulled down his briefs slowly letting the swollen member pop out of its confinement. He began to stoke it slowly. "MMM, yeah, that's so pretty. Tasty as hell, too." He moved to the foot of the bed and crawled up so that he was face level with the erect organ and licked it slowly. He moaned at the taste, and Bray let out a low whine.

"You like that, baby?" Dean barely whispered right before wrapping his lips around the head of the dick and sucking gently. Gradually, he took more and more in his mouth, stroking what he couldn't fit with his hand. His eyes were screwed shut in concentration as he ran his tongue along of the vein that that ran down the bottom of his dick. This treatment went on for minutes, and Bray felt his impending climax. Then , suddenly the feeling of his mouth was gone, and replaced by a hand wrapping around the base of his dick.

"Wh-Wh-What?" Bray stammered and thrust his hips into now empty air. "Darling you are sorely testing my patience. "

"Was he that good?" Dean demanded. Does he make you feel like I do?"

"What does it matter?" Bray ground out as he struggled with his bonds. His lamb was going to pay, that was for sure.

"Answer me!" Dean snarled. "He reached for a small pocket knife,and time seemed to freeze. What was he going to do with that? There was an intense stretch of silence, then-

"No one makes me feel like you do," Bray confessed before his mind could stop him.

"Is that a fact?" Dean asked quietly. He went to the small nightstand by the bed and pulled out a small bottle of lube.

"The Stardust brat has nothing on you." Bray closed his eyes, and he felt dean sit next to him on the bed.

"Well, isn't that sweet," Dean said softly. He cupped the back of Bray's head in his hand and leaned forward. He captured the bound man's lips in a kiss that was both aggressive but affectionate. Bray moaned into the lip lock and sighed when he felt Dean's tongue curl around his in an erotic dance. Fuck, he was addicted to the man above him. Then he felt the blade run across his chest.

"Dean?" he whispered, feeling panicked anticipation build up in him.

"Relax, baby." Dean purred gently. "I'm just reminding you of who owns your body. She seemed to think it was a good idea, anyway." Bray's eyes widened at the words.

He slowly carved his stylized initials over Bray's heart, tasting the blood as it bubbled to the surface. Bray howled with conflicting outrage and arousal. There was no way he was going to admit it, but he loved the way the other man was taking control of the situation. When Dean seemed to be happy with his handy work, he placed a kiss on the sore area and threw the knife aside.

"You've made your point, lamb." Bray said, slowly. "Let me go, and you have my word nothing will happen to you-"

"LIAR!" Dean snarled. "But don't worry. When I'm done, you won't have the strength to do anything." He grinned wickedly as grabbed the lube again and spread some on his fingers. Bray's eyes widened when he realized what his lover had intended to do.

"You would't dare," Bray growled menacingly. The bite to his tone died when he felt the first finger enter his tense body. He whimpered softly. The finger started to moved slowly inside of him, and Bray let out a gentle whimper as the tension between his legs continued to build.

"Oh, I think you'll find that I dare to do a lot of things," Dean said in a deceptively sweet voice. "Relax, my Bray. How many times have I let you inside me? I promise you'll like it if you just relax." Oh, the times he said those words to Dean. He had little time to think about it before a second finger joined the first. He cried out in mixture of pain and pleasure. Slowly but surely, he was being prepared to be taken, and a sick twisted part of him could hardly wait.

The fingers left his entrance and the weight left the foot of the bed, and after a moment, Bray felt the bed dip to the right of his head. He turned to see Dean had taken off his shorts and his dick was now inches away from Bray's mouth.

"You know what I want you to do," Dean said.

Bray opened his mouth to snap back only to have a mouth full of Dean's member. He quickly forced himself to breath through his nose as he proceeded to suck his lover, the rough treatment making him even more aroused than before. He couldn't believe that Dean's actions were having this kind of effect on his body, but he wan't about to complain. After a couple of minutes, Dean reluctantly pulled out of his mouth and grabbed the lube again. Quickly he spread some of the gel on his straining dick before he landed himself up with Bray's tight entrance.

"Oh, fuck, baby," Dean groaned out as he slowly pushed himself inside. "You feel incredible right now. " He used a gentle rocking motion to get all the way inside Bray's tight heat. Bray cried shifted on the bed as he struggled to adjust to the feeling of being invaded. It had been quite a while since he had been on the receiving end of these activities. This was not how Bray had ever pictured his relationship with Dean going. But then, at the back of his head he heard her.

"You knew this would happen eventually." She sighed. "He was never meant to be your pet, Bray. I told you this."

"Was this really how this was supposed to go?" he thought back.

"It didn't have to." He sensed her shrug. "But I showed you him so that he could be your equal. You two are from the same cloth. He didn't come to you to be followed, but search your dark sides as one."

"Bray."

"Trust him as he will soon trust you."

"Bray."

"Do not make him question your love ever again. It is the only way you will ever be whole. You have each other's marks. May they serve you well."

"Bray!"

"Huh?" Bray's eyes focused on Dean's worried ones. "Baby, are you alright?" He slowly started to pull out of Bray. Maybe his plan was a bad idea. He had never meant to hurt the other man, but he had felt trapped and thought this was the best way to even out the power.

"Wait," Bray said. "Stay inside me."

"Are you sure?" Dean seemed honestly worried for Bray's well being. The concern that showed on his face melted his heart and made him relax.

"Yes," Bray said. He moaned when Dean thrust his hips forward and went to wrap his arms around Dean's neck. "Please untie me, Dean. I promise I won't run away." After a moment's pause, he felt the rope that bound his hands come undone, and he placed his hands on Deans lower back. Dean sighed at the contact and began to move in slow strokes.

The only sounds in the room were skin against skin and the occasional moans and curses from both men. Bray closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over him. After a few minutes Dean began to speed up his thrusts and he couldn't hold back the cry of pleasure. Dean looked deep in his eyes and suddenly changed the angle of his thrusts. After a couple of tries Bray let out a startled cry.

"Oh, yeah, that must be your sweet spot," Dean growled. "Doesn't that feel amazing?" He whispered in his ear. Bray let out another cry in response.

"Yes, yes, Oh!" He cried. "Oh, Dean I think I'm close." He felt the coiling in his stomach, and he couldn't hold it in. Dean began to thrust harder and harder, panting with the effort. "Oh, God, yes! Don't stop, I'm almost there!"

"Who do you belong to, Bray?" Dean moaned. "Who owns you?" He locked eyes with Bray and in that moment he saw the blackness that mirrored in himself. In that moment he knew that he had chosen well. They were one and the same.

"You do!" Bray said, keeping the eye contact and reveling in what was happening. "You are mine, and I am yours. Oh, darling! My love! " He felt himself come undone as he released with a loud cry. Dean growled low in his throat as he felt Bray clamp down around him and after a few quick thrusts found completion himself.

He stared down at Bray with a small smile of affection gracing his lips. He leaned down and captured Bray's mouth in a slow tender kiss. Still giving a series of brief kisses, he slowly and gently pulled out, knowing Bray would be sore. Bray let out a tiny whimper, already missing the contact he had with the other man.

"Shhhh," Dean cooed. "I'm right here, baby. I always will be." He reached for a cloth on the nightstand and cleaned them both off. All the while, he whispered his love and admiration to Bray. He then put some ointment on the cuts on his chest. Bray felt Dean gather him in his arms and kiss the top of his head gently. Bray sighed and rested his head on Dean's chest.

"It's probably for the best this happened," he said sleepily. "We never have done anything normal-like."

"Exactly," Dean said affectionately. "Why the hell would we start now?" They shared a sweet pause. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Dean." And with that, the two drifted off to sleep, each preparing for the long term results of their actions.

A/N: This particular plot bunny has been gnawing at me for a while now. This may turn into a multi-shot thing if it's popular enough. Who knows? Prequel, origin of Dean's scar? Sequel? What do you guys think? Review, please.